📍 Rented House 🏠
📦 Back of the Terrace: a pile of old bricks stacked loosely 🧱
I spotted him — a small green snake 🐍💚 Tucked deep inside the bricks. Calm. Still. Watching. 👁️ I tried to get him out. But he wouldn’t move. I didn’t want to hurt him… yet, in a moment of poor judgment 😣 I kicked the bricks — not hard, just enough to shake things.
But it did hurt him. ⚠️💥 We didn’t just leave it there. Realizing what happened, we called someone 📲 — a local rescuer. He came, carefully took the snake out, and removed him.
No drama. No fuss. Yet something didn’t feel right. ⏳ Hours passed… and then it happened. Not a dream. Not a vision. Not imagination. I actually connected with the snake. 🧘♂️ Not symbolic. Not subtle. Real. As real as any conversation. He responded. In clear, distinct communication — astrally, but direct. 🗣️ “You hurt me,” he said. “Physically.”
My heart sank. 💔 I told him I didn’t mean to. 🙏 I asked: “Why were you even up there, on the terrace?” 🐍 “I came through a pipe. From the next house.”
No mysticism in his tone. Just… facts. No anger either — only clarity. I apologized again. Truly. We ended the conversation there. 🕊️
But I still wasn’t at peace. So I went further. Not as a ritual — just a personal reach. To connect with the one I thought governed them… The Snake Lord, Nagaraj. 🐍👑 I don’t know his true name. I just went with the call. I thought maybe he’d explain more. Because some snakes, I believed, weren’t ordinary — Ancient. Intelligent. Some could even appear human in other realms.
But this time…
🔥 The energy I entered was furious. The presence didn’t want to talk. It was charged. Intense.
Like I had crossed a line. I backed out. Quickly. 🏃♂️💨 No drama. Just: “Not now.”
🎯 Lesson?
Not every being is obligated to explain themselves.
But yes — I did talk to the snake.
And he talked back. 💚🐍